No Joy in All the Suffering, I Hold My Own Umbrella

Introduction to the work "After all the suffering, I hold my own umbrella" This book is a true first-person narrative, telling the rough and tough life of an ordinary rural man, Chen Jianjun. This book is written about myself, so sometimes I have to go to work in the countryside and go to work, so the update is a bit slow. I hope everyone can understand. After all, I have to write about myself. Otherwise, if the writing is not true, the book will be meaningless and meaningless. I hope everyone can support it. When he was young, he cherished the dream of studying to change his life. When he was in the first grade of junior high school, his father suffered from tracheitis and had been ill for 12 years, which brought down the family. He had no choice but to drop out of school and left his hometown to work at a young age. From hard work on the construction site to starting a family, he tried his best to build a new house and welcome his wife and children. He thought that all the hardships would be rewarded, but life became troubled one after another. His father passed away after a long illness, his parents-in-law fell ill one after another, and his wife could not bear the pressure and left quietly, leaving behind a young son who was more than one year old. He supported the family by himself and spent all his savings treating his mother. The mother forced herself to help him raise his children for seven years, and eventually passed away. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, relatives left one after another. From being out of school as a teenager, raising a family as a young man, to raising a child alone in middle age, he had no backer, no way out, no complaints. With only his backbone, he held an umbrella alone in the midst of suffering and gritted his teeth to carry everything. This is not a fictional novel, but the most realistic portrayal of an ordinary person's life - there are no earth-shattering stories, only countless bitterness and endless responsibilities, showing that the little people at the bottom never bow their heads under the weight of fate.